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Why It's Important That You Watch the TV Series 'The Handmaid's Tale'

How the TV series, based on Margaret Atwood's book, has become our reality.
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If we were to take into account the current state of women, like us, perhaps we would arrive at the idea that the world has made considerable strides in feminism—and it would be true. However, at present, sexism still remains a harrowing reality. Although gone are the days when women were prohibited from voting, working, or simply speaking their minds, the patriarchy of the current world shows that we can still improve upon women's rights.

In India, for example, 93 women are raped every day; in Pakistan, 5,000 domestically-abused wives are killed every year. Genital mutilation still happens to young girls in Egypt, and school girls in Nigeria are kidnapped and denied their education.

One need not look too far, though; here, in the Philippines, we are faced with the same situation. Blamed for wearing "provocative" clothing if we are catcalled, or worse, raped, and subjected to dress codes our male counterparts will likely never have to follow, sexism still follows us like a menace in the night, whose assault on us is always our fault, since we didn't know better than to go home after dark.


In reality, however, there should not even be this kind of problem; even more so, the victim should not be blamed for others' mistakes. Sexism is still alive and well, yet little is being done to stop it. "Lalaki kasi sila," we tell ourselves. "Boys will be boys." We forget that if we remain complacent about our borderline present, we only bring about a terrifying future.

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The new Hulu series The Handmaid's Tale perfectly portrays what just might happen tomorrow if we don't do anything about the misogynistic situation of society today. Based on the award-winning science fiction novel by Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale paints a dystopian society called the Republic of Gilead, a military dictatorship of what was once America, wherein women have been stripped of their human rights.

After a staged terrorist attack to impose martial law, nuclear warfare rendered mass sterility; thus, so-called "handmaids"—the few still-fertile women—are indoctrinated into giving up their bodies to serve society. They are objectified into becoming common household staples for barren couples by bearing children for them.


The show stars Elisabeth Moss as the narrator, Offred, recalling her previous freedom as she comes to terms with her present situation as handmaid to a man named Commander Fred and his wife. It is soon revealed that all handmaids have had their names changed—Offred's real name is June, and her current title refers to being "Of Fred." It's also a clever play on words—Offred is "offered," like all handmaids, into being, as Offred quotes, "a womb on two legs," whose sole duty is to reproduce.

The Handmaid's Tale deals with issues we still face nowadays, no matter how much we try to deny it. These include sexism, homophobia, corruption, lack of freedom of speech, and more. The government has instilled a sense of fear and unreasonable duty in its citizens, despite stripping them—especially the women—of their rights. One false step—for example, coming out as gay or lesbian, or joining the Mayday resistance—would lead to extreme punishment: physical mutilation or exile to the Colonies, where the nuclear radiation is the strongest. As Offred meets more people who are affected by the inhumane treatment of the Republic, she becomes closer to the resistance.


To conclude, though we as the female youth are entrusted with the duty of creating a better future, our best efforts are often overshadowed by misogyny. Double standards are still alive and well, and the themes present in The Handmaid's Tale are unfortunately witnessed in our everyday life.

Hopefully, with the help of a realistic and well-developed show, people will realize that today's world could transform into a reality as horrible as Gilead's, should misogynistic behavior continue to be excused by everyone. As such, it is now up to us to take a stand for our own rights and to advocate feminism, so the horrors of the reel will not become real, as we all deserve a much better future than that.









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This is a drawing and a poem I’ve made for a summer love. Our time together was short-lived but the feelings were not.

“God’s Gift”

On a platform we stand

Faces seen all in a blur

Relentless searching led by a spur

To find someone, to feel something

Aren’t we fools to waste away time?

To look for one man’s treasure

Somewhere as ephemeral, as fragile

As a bond built in crime

But aren’t we just like every weary heart?

Hoping for an oasis

In the midst of the desert

Wanting to quench our thirst

Aren’t we all like frosted windows

Of old and battered houses on winter?

Wishing for the sun to give us warmth

To melt the facade so we can show what the inside is made

Aren’t we maven pretenders?

A Casanova? A Temptress? Who made us this way?

A sly fox? A ruthless hunter?

Let down the walls, It’ll be okay

Rushed for a hug, now no hesitating

Engulfed by a sense of bliss or was it longing? Eyes wide-open,

Stepping on a quicksand I embraced the fall into the deep end

Gazed at you lying there unaware With you, found something rare I swear

Realization dawning as loud as a thunder

As the Beating of your heart put me into a deep slumber

Waking up from this reverie

Truth slapped me back to reality

Two worlds so different, now I see If only I could I’d be anything and anyone you need me to be I’m the ludicrous clown, you see

Thought if I ruin it first I’d be free

From the doubts brought by my own insecurity I was so wrong,

What a tragicomedy Brought by the month of April

We rushed the ticking of clock to May Hands interlocked

Weaved skin to skin on a rainy day But when June came to say hello, all went dark grey

What was once there ceases to exist Like the wilting of a flower

Once so beautiful, so full of life Now turned into dust by death’s kiss

Unbounded joy brought by your presence

Paralleled with the perennial ache of your absence Yearned for and offered seventh heaven

Now the heart weeps for evanescence

A mirage, to be the fair maiden The sorrow to find out I’d end up our own villain

But all’s well for you are but a distant dream Gamaliel, You are, I knew it from the very beginning .

Written by me, the one-shot story

Coffee is about a girl who used to cherish moments with someone in a cafe. Sometimes, a simple drink can leave an imprint on someone's mind. ____________________________________________


It's been a year since my boyfriend and I broke up. I love him and he loves me too but things just didn't worked  the way it should be. Now I'm heading at the cafe where we started and ended. I have no choice but to go there after all it was made up of both happy and sad memories. But that's life , right? We can't be happy all the time. Challenges come and hearts can break. But it doesn't just end there.

"One signature coffee , please." I said as I ordered from the cashier.

"What size?" she asked.

"Small." I said.

Then she took my payment and I headed towards the seat near the window. A window seat.... for two. The cafe was surprisingly full tonight unlike the past few days.

Again, I have no choice but to sit on that window seat. It is where we sit often. It is our seat. Our place. There are a lot of couples at the cafe and wow I'm alone. There's a part of me which says you should be happy because he's not the only guy in this world. Another part of me says you're still hurt so don't pretend to be happy. The truth is , I am both happy and sad.  I'm happy because we're both free and we can focus more in our careers. But I'm sad because I'm not the other half of his heart anymore. I'm sad because I let him go even though I still love him. I'm sad because I can't see him. I'm sad because I can't share this relaxing coffee shop where we can chill with the aromatic smell of the coffee.

"Small signature coffee?" the waitress said as she serves my coffee.

"Yes. Thank you." I said.

"Since you're a regular customer here, we would like to give you this item for free." the waitress said. She handed me a purple journal with the name of the cafe on it and a pen.

"Oh thanks." I said .

"Enjoy your coffee!" she said.

I took advantage of using the freebies from the cafe. A window seat is also a bonus in inspiring me to write something. While sipping my coffee my brain and my heart began to function smoothly.

And so I wrote: My coffee has been cold lately, I can't feel anything after taking a sip and there's no heat to leave a pain on my lips. And it was a relief. But then, I remember one thing about sipping a cold coffee instead of a hot one: cold coffee doesn't leave you any marks when you sipped it, just like a blunt feeling. But a hot coffee will leave you a remarkable pain from the heat which reminds you that you are alive to feel....

I closed the journal and stared at the window. He was the coffee. The hot coffee. No matter how our breakup hurt me, he left me a mark and a lesson to learn. A hot coffee can be a challenge too or an obstacle. They all made you feel that you are alive. That you can go on with your life. You can still stand up. Love taught me to move forward. He taught me to be stronger. He is love.

Belley Marie A day ago


One of the proudest things as a fan is the feeling that you are part of their growing fandom and stardom. From streaming their songs online, watching their music videos, TV guestings, collecting photocards, albums, lightsticks, attending to their concert and fan meetings surely, you're a fan! But there's a problem, MONEY.

It's really heartbreaking when you hear that members of your favorite band are coming and their concert is just around the corner but here you are thinking of how to sell one of your kidneys just to go to their concert (kidding).That no matter how much you try to save, it will never be enough for a ticket because you are only a student who has limited resources or if you're an adult, you have bills to pay. So joining a "team bahay" livestream is your last resort, but sometimes even those links don't work!

Of course if there's team bahay there's also "team airport/ team labas", fans who waits at the airport hoping to see their idols upon their arrival. How we wish we could also attend and be part of it, something like shouting their names, fanchants then cry out of happiness while waving their lightsticks or banners. What a concept isn't?

Hey, cheer up! being broke doesn't make you any less of a fan. Know that there are other ways to support and love them. For sure our idols have the same and equal love to us no matter what "team" we belong (team concert, team airport/labas and team bahay).Maybe for some people, they might think we are being overly dramatic without knowing that for us fans, their existence itself and music saved us and made us happy once in our lives. -Gwy June 16,2020

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